This area is called Allied Gardens, one of San Diego’s postwar suburbs. It has curving residential streets and culdesacs that branch off a busy road lined with strip malls. There are suburbs like this all over the country, places that once offered an idea of safety and a particular way of life and to some extent still do.
I have grown interested in this type of area recently. They really say a lot about American culture.
A hot day in January in La Jolla. Finished painting, put back on my shirt, went up the stairs, met a porn star.
This is from last October. I was staying in an old farmhouse in Tuscany.
I am happy with this little painting, done as fast as possible. The trash guys dumped the tree out of the trash can into the street. I loved the passive aggressiveness of that.
Trash cans are the cows of urban landscape.
Painted on location in Balboa Park last spring.
This one’s from back in October, but I’d neglected to put the telephone wires in.